The Party

When he was finished, Kaito took a starched linen napkin that had been sitting on the tray, unfolded it, and wiped Toby's mouth off. He gingerly and very slightly pulled Toby's lower lip down with the napkin. Toby thought he would cream in his pants there and then.

Kaito took a step back, bowed his head quickly, and then stepped forward. He grabbed the tray and he was gone. Toby didn't even have a chance to say thanks.

A few minutes later, just as he slurped down the last of his coffee, Toby felt a hand on his back again. This time, it was Day, a smile on his face, sunnies over his eyes.

"Wanna go shopping?"

"Huh?"

"The powers to be think you need a new outfit for the party."

"How do you know that?"

"I got a message from CeeCee to take you shopping."

"Well...I've got clothes to wear."

"Ya? C'mon! It'll be fun," Day chuckled as he pulled Toby to his feet.

Adam Mar was a small shop located in a converted house near the center of Montauk. Amidst a scene of clamor and congestion, Day managed to find a narrow parking spot nearby. The corner where the store was situated lay across the street from a local eatery, Trails End. Apparently, they must have been giving the food away because every picnic table outside was filled. People stood in groups everywhere, even spilling into the street, waiting to get a spot for breakfast.

In comparison, the store inside was an oasis of calm. White washed walls, most of the apparel presented in beachy colors of nautical blue and white. Bright colored garments, interspersed here and there, hanging or attractively laid out on tables. It looked and smelled expensive.

"Cheers!" A round shaped man said in a high somewhat effeminate voice.

"Hey, Don!" Day said with a smile.

"What brings you boys in on this lovely morning?"

"My bud Toby here desperately needs a freshen up."

Toby looked down at his faded t-shirt. Don looked too, with a slight grimace.

Don nodded affably, "Of course! You have GOT to see these Eidos shirts. They're fa-a-bulous!"

Don drew them over to a table where some brightly colored silk shirts were laid out. While Toby just stood at the table and stared, Day leaned over, touched one, and quickly pulled a tangerine colored shirt off the table.

"Try this on."

Toby took it from Day, held it up, and shrugged.

"This way, you gorgeous thing," Don chuckled.

Showing Toby to a dressing room, he drew the linen curtain shut.

Toby had just pulled his t-shirt off and was unbuttoning the silk shirt when the curtain was brushed aside and Day was in there with him.

"What are you doing?" Toby asked in alarm.

"Thought you might need some help," Day said as he cupped one hand over Toby's chest, tweaked a nipple, and grabbed his crotch with the other.

"Cut it out! He'll see!" Toby whispered through his teeth, clearly annoyed.

"Dandy Don?" Day chuckled. "If he could get away with it, he'd be in here with us."

"I don't care! Get the fuck out!" Toby said sternly, half smiling and half giggling himself.

After Day swept back the curtain and left, Toby shrugged into the shirt and started buttoning it. The price tag, hanging from a string, fell out of one sleeve.

"Holy shit!"

It read $395.00. He broke into a cold sweat. Nevertheless, he finished buttoning it up and stepped out to the mirror. Day and Don stood there admiring him.

"Day! I can't afford this!" Toby was almost in a panic.

"Don't worry about it. The Turner's have ya covered, Mr. Clueless." Day smirked.

Toby shrugged. Well, it did look kinda nice. The tangerine color actually looked pretty damn good. The lay-back collar and the way it was cut together with his complexion and dark hair made him look, Toby searched for the word, handsome.

Some $700 later, they walked out of Adam Mar with the shirt and a new pair of sandals.

"Ya gotta have these great sandals, Toby, me boy," Day said in a faux Irish accent. "Don't ya know? The first thing people look at is your face. The second thing is your feet." Pausing with a squirrelly look on his face, "And the third thing is your butt." Then, with a chuckle, "Isn't that right, Don?"

Don stared at Toby with a slight leer. "I don't know if it's the third thing."

As he put his purchases in a bag, Day told Don, "Put it on Nat Turner's account, will ya?"

As they approached the house, a valet stand was being set up. The catering trucks had disappeared. Large pots of fresh flowers adorned the entrance. It was clear this was going to be more than your average summer party.

***

White face powder. Bright red lipstick. Red eyeshadow.

Toby had never seen a Geisha Girl up close and in person. There were three of them at this party. Wearing traditional kimonos, their hair done up and adorned in flowers, they floated through the party. Smiling and nodding, allowing their pictures to be taken with the guests, quietly making small talk. Stunningly beautiful. Toby was in awe.

With the exception of the piano music which was all jazz, the entire party had a kind of Japanese theme. People he hadn't seen before, mostly Japanese, wore heavily starched white uniforms as they passed amongst the guests with trays of food. Japanese delicacies, CeeCee informed him.

Toby didn't know where to turn or who to talk to. There were so many interesting people! CeeCee kept him on track, holding his hand, as she introduced him to her parents' friends. She looked stunning, of course. A cute baby doll dress, pink and blue floral. A pearl necklace made her eyes look like they were on fire. Make-up, lipstick, she had it going!

Likewise, Vonnie looked spectacular. Eyes sparkling, a knock out dress with bare shoulders and arms, bare legs. Competing with her daughter?

Day finally showed up, looking fresh and, well, sexy, Toby thought. He smelled so damn good! Smiles, hugs, all around.

"Wanna meet another Day?" The Robinson family followed the tradition of naming their offspring either "Day" or "Knight."

Toby laughed. "Sure!"

He led them over to a small group of people in one corner of the great room. An incredibly handsome man chatted amiably with two younger women, both of whom looked dazzled. Older, salt and pepper hair, tall and slender. He talked with a thick, but refined, British accent.

"Danny, I want you to meet some friends," Day jumped right in.

Introductions were made.

"This is Daniel Day-Lewis," Day said, hitting the "Day" with some emphasis.

That name sounded so familiar, but Toby couldn't quite figure out how. Apparently, Day and Danny were related in a twice removed kind of way.

They made light conversation before an older woman pushed her way forward to ask him for an autograph.

As they walked away, Toby asked, "Who is that?"

"You know. The actor!" CeeCee exclaimed. "He's got three Oscars sitting at home on his mantle piece."

Toby was dumfounded. "What has he been in?"

"Ever see 'Lincoln?'" Day asked.

"Ya. We watched it last year in history class." Then it struck him. His eyes widened."He played Lincoln??"

Both Day and CeeCee broke into laughter.

There were more movies stars. Just like Day's cousin, he didn't recognize many of them. When Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick showed up, there was a bit of a hub bub. Toby even got to shake Broderick's hand. It was kind of limp and Toby, star struck, couldn't think of one darn thing to say. They only stayed for something like 15 minutes.

Day also introduced Toby to a few Knight's. A friendly older guy, Tim Knight, told humorous stories about his dad. Instead of referring to him as his father, he called him Bobby. He was supposedly a famous basketball coach.

She was tall, probably over 5'10" with the smart looking heels she wore. Her hair, a deep chestnut brown, perfectly cut. Brown eyes, slender, bordering on skinny. What really got him was her voice. A rich, deep, tone. Obviously, well trained. A refined English accent.

"I know who you are!" Toby exclaimed without thinking. He finally recognized someone. Just after he said it, he turned red. What a doof brained thing to say!

She smiled with a light chuckle and extended her hand, "Nice to meet you."

After introducing himself, she responded, "What a delightful name, as if it was from a children's adventure story." Toby blushed.

"My parents are huge fans of yours. They were glued to the TV for every episode of your show."

Michelle Dockery smiled, "Yes, we have a massive following here in the States."

She was so nice, Toby thought. They chatted for a couple of minutes before an amazingly good looking man came up to give her a fresh drink.

"Here ya go, Dorckey."

Toby looked on in horror. How could he call her that?!

Seeing the expression on his face, she rolled her eyes and chuckled, "It's my nickname. Dorckey Hellmice."

Toward the end of the party, Toby stood by himself with his back against the pool deck wall, surveying the scene. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Kaito cross the deck carrying a small tray of drinks.

His hair completely over his eyes, he quickly bowed his head and offered Toby a small shot glass of Saki. He wasn't dressed like the other waiters. He wore a white shirt and black pants, the shirt being so thin you could see the dark outline of his nipples underneath.

"Arigatou!" He remembered the Japanese word for thanks. He picked up one of the small glasses.

Kaito just stared at him. Quickly brushing the hair out of his eyes, he pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket and laid it down on top of the tray. Toby didn't know what to do so Kaito held the tray out to him. Staring back at Kaito, then down at the tray, he picked it up.

130 Tipperary.

Toby opened his mouth to ask him what it meant but, before he could, Kaito bowed quickly, backed away, and was gone.

Before Toby could go after him, Day stumbled up with a laugh. A big guy had his arm around his neck almost in a choke hold.

"Hey, Toby! This is Dirk!"

Shoulders that seemed to span the horizon, tall, around 6'2," muscles for his muscles, a wide face, pimples across his chin, dirty blond hair.

"How ya doin'?" He said, in a deep voice, his eyes staring into Toby's.

Before Toby could respond, an older man interrupted, grabbing Dirk's hand as he released his arm from around Day's neck.

"How's the team gonna shape up?" He asked.

"Lookin' good. I think we can take the conference," Dirk replied with a chuckle.

"Who you lookin' at? Green Bay?" The man followed up.

"Aw, that's a long way off. Maybe San Fran. I dunno."

Ok, Toby thought. Football player. That makes sense.

Not having anything else to say, the man sauntered away.

"Dirk is a starter at my school. He's a junior." Day explained.

"Oh, cool!" Toby responded.

Dirk moved in closer to Toby.

"Hey man! You're just as cute as Day told me you were."

Toby chuckled nervously as he shrunk back against the wall, basically pinned there.

Day pinched Toby's cheek playfully, "And he knows it."

Toby blushed but he was clearly put off. He didn't respond but his eyes told the story.

He glared first at Day, then at Dirk.

"How do you guys know each other?" Toby asked.

"Met online. Discovered we have some things in common," Day said, smiling at Dirk.

"Nice."

Before either Dirk or Day could respond, another man jumped in to talk football. Dirk was apparently some kind of minor celebrity at this party. Toby took the opportunity to duck away from them. He went looking for CeeCee, basically for protection.

"Well, hello there stranger," she purred as he put an arm around her.

Smiling and giving her a quick peck on the cheek, Toby asked, "Hey, what's Tipperary?"

"The roach motel?" CeeCee laughed in surprise.

Shrugging his shoulders, Toby replied, "I dunno. I just heard someone mention it."

"Avoid it at all costs!" She giggled. "Unless, you're looking for a hook up. I think they rent rooms by the hour." A bit more matter of factly, "Actually, some of the catering staff are staying there instead of driving all the way back to Queens."

***

When most of the guests had headed out and the caterers began packing up, CeeCee reconnected with Toby.

"We're all going over to the Benjamin's so they can clean up around here." She nuzzled her nose against Toby's cheek. "Coming?"

"Ah, ya. You go ahead. I'll be along in a bit."

"Ok, cute stuff. They've got a little piece of beach I want to show you. It's called the swallows," she cooed.

The whole bunch, the Turners, the Benjamin's, and a few other stragglers jumped into a couple of cars or started walking down the drive to the main road. Watching them leave, Toby observed the outside lights coming on as day faded to twilight.

***

Because of the party, Uber drivers were apparently trolling nearby because it only took a couple of minutes for one to arrive once Toby summoned it. Less than ten minutes later he was dropped off. A bright red neon sign emblazoned across the front of the motel announced Kenny's Tipperary Inn.

Following signs directing him through the quiet lobby, he found himself on the pool side of the motel. A few people, obviously catering staff because they were mostly Japanese, relaxed with beverages as they sat around picnic tables. Toby was practically invisible in the dim light. Night had fallen.

Room 130. The door was slightly ajar. Cautiously, Toby knocked lightly and nudged it open. The room was almost completely dark, lit only by a single bedside lamp. The bathroom door suddenly bumped open, bathing the room in light only for an instant before Kaito turned it off.

Toby's heart raced. He was instantly hard.

Kaito wore only a white loincloth, remindful of ones worn by sumo wrestlers. It hung tantalizingly loose around his narrow hips. His smooth skin shined in what little light there was. He walked slowly to Toby and stood before him, staring.

"Oh-h-h-h." He half groaned in a soft but low voice. Almost a growl.

Kaito brought his hands up behind Toby's neck, pulled his head down, and brought their lips together. Soft and sweet lips, a mouth that urgently accepted his tongue. Toby's hands held Kaito's hips before running them up and down his warm back.

He pulled his lips slightly away. Toby felt his warm breath against his face. Dropping one hand down to his side, Kaito tugged at the loincloth until one end broke free. Pulling it away from his body, the rest of it came loose and fell to the floor.

Toby's hand dropped immediately to Kaito's erect cock. Thinner than his, having a kind of exotic coarseness and a slightly oily feel.

"Oh-h-h-h." Another half groan, half growl.

Tugging and grabbing, Toby's clothes were practically ripped off of him. Falling to the bed, they kissed passionately, their hips grinding urgently together. Fingers and hands, mouths and tongues, explored every inch of each other's bodies.

Kaito tasted different. It was intoxicating. His nipples, his cock, his asshole, had a salty, tart taste unlike any other he'd ever experienced. He smelled different, too. Kind of like seaweed.

After they both came, Kaito cradled Toby's head in his arms. He sweetly fed his fingers to Toby, encouraging him to suck on each one. It almost made him feel like a baby, Toby thought. He loved it. Even though his cock ached, it made him slightly hard again.

Toby pushed on Kaito's protruding hip bone, making him giggle softly. Drawing pictures on his hip and tummy, he brought his hand down to lovingly cup his dick and balls. Then he slowly swept his hand from Kaito's crotch along the silky smoothness of his inner thigh down to his knee. Pushing his legs further apart, Toby reversed course on the other leg back up to his genitals.

Later, when they'd both orgasmed again, Toby sat on the side of the bed. It suddenly occurred to him that they had barely spoken a word to each other.

"I'd love to talk to you, find out everything about you."

Kaito just stared blankly at Toby. Clearly, he didn't understand a word of what he said.

For what it was worth, Toby left his number and his email address. Kaito stared at it on the piece of paper for a long time.

"Sayonara." Toby said to Kaito at the door.

Shaking his head, Kaito replied, "Mata Ne." Toby looked it up later. Loosely, it meant, "Until then." He hadn't realized that sayonara was more like, "Good-bye forever."

***

The ground below flew by in a blur.

Toby stared through the window down at the rail bed as the train picked up speed. Sunday. Going home.

"Are you?" Day's eyes boring into him on the beach the other day when he asked Toby if he was gay.

He shrugged his shoulders. Ya, I guess.

CeeCee came to mind. Cute, but...it was different than with another guy. Then, the way Vonnie had whispered to him this morning. Come see us in the City. We'll have fun. Her breath in his ear. It had given him a tingle. Why did he react that way if he was gay?

He could still see Day staring down at him as he asked the question, "Are you?"

He'd already given his heart to one guy. Bell. Day had been...a pleasant diversion. Now this guy, this boy. Kaito. Deprived of a shared spoken language, they'd only been able to speak through touches and looks. And yet, he felt so strongly about him. If Kaito didn't somehow find a way to reach out to him, he would be crushed.

I think...I need to talk to someone, he thought. A counselor at school? Yuck! He literally stuck his tongue out and made a gagging sound. A man sitting across the aisle gave him a look. A priest from his church? He smirked. No way!

Thumbing "Gay Hot Line" into his browser's search window, the top of the page read, "If you are gay, call 888-xxx-xxxx." He smiled, remembering what had been written on the note. He clicked on the number, and waited for someone to pick up.

The End